And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 846 | 2015-11-19 18:09:32 | 90.72 | 92% |
| 234 | 2015-11-13 15:33:51 | 96.72 | 96% |